Rachel? Fuck. Right. Off. “It’s Ruby. As in ‘Ruby, Ruby, Ruby’…?” I Kaiser Chiefs it. Blank look. “As in ‘Ruby Soho’.” Best track on …And Out Come the Wolves, a stone-cold classic. Lauren screws her face up. “As in the gemstone.” “Well, obviously.” The look I get very clearly indicates that she thinks I’m a nut job before her expression opens up in astonishment. “Oh my God, are you the Ruby that Stuart Garside was just talking about?” I glower at Kaz for an explanation, but it’s Owen who steps in. “Garside is Ruby’s ex, if that’s what you mean.” Love Owen for putting it that way and my heart trembles at the small sympathetic smile he gives me. “I can’t believe you dated him!” I am really not liking her tone. I might not be a fox, but I’m not a complete moose either. Also “dated” is a revolting word. “We went out for a bit. It’s over now.” “That’s not what it looks like to me,” Lauren singsongs and I want to punch her.
